"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"Why is it every time I walk into a room you two are snogging?"
"We're not snogging, George," Tori replied crossly, rolling her eyes as she picked up her broom.
"Not anymore," Fred mumbled.
Tori shot him a look before George glanced at his watch and announced they needed to head down for practice.
The group talked quietly amongst themselves, laughing and such as they made their way down towards the changing room.
They split apart, quickly changing into their robes. Angelina wasn't there yet so Tori was talking to Katie about Potions. Harry and Ron joined them a little while later once most of them were ready.
"Reckon I can get Angelina to let us try a few new moves?" Katie asked, tying her hair up into a tight pony. Tori shrugged, "Possibly. Maybe. We should try suggesting it tonight..."
''OK, everyone," said Angelina, entering from the Captain's office, already changed. ''Let's get to it; Tori and Fred, if you can just bring out the ball crate for us. Oh, and there are a couple of people out there watching but I want you to just ignore them, all right?"
Something in her would-be casual voice made Tori think she might know who the uninvited spectators were, and sure enough, when they left the changing room for the bright sunlight of the pitch it was to a storm of catcalls and jeers from the Slytherin Quidditch team and assorted hangers-on, who were grouped halfway up the empty stands and whose voices echoed loudly around the stadium.
Tori gave Fred an annoyed look, picking up the ball crate and helping him set it down in the field.
''What's that Weasley's riding?" Malfoy called in his sneering drawl. ''Why would anyone put a flying charm on a moldy old log like that?"
Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson guffawed and shrieked with laughter. Tori noticed Dove, her little sister, sitting with them as well.
Tori rolled her eyes, throwing the quaffle to Angelina before mourning her own broom and kicking off towards the sky.
"OK, everyone, we're going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team please—"
''Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle, anyway?" shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. ''Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?"
"Keep talking and I'll turn your hair into a load of snakes." Tori snapped, she was nearly ready to rip out her own wand but Angelina grabbed her arm and sent her a look of warning.
Angelina swept her long braided hair out of her face and continued calmly, ''Spread out, then, and let's see what we can do..."
Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard to Fred, who passed to George, who passed it to Tori, who passed to Harry, who passed to Ron, who dropped it.
